"A sharpening knife will not accidentally kill a pig." Lao Jia said this sentence expressionlessly, sharpening the knife in his hand. It was clearly under the blue sky and white clouds, and the wind was beautiful, but suddenly there was an air of gnashing teeth and cruelty.
Pingchuan just walked out of the hut on the left side of the yard with his pants lifted. He felt the gloomy wind blowing against his face and couldn't help but shudder. "Isn't Ka Zhu still young? I don't know the depth. You must never argue with him!" He pulled up his sleeves and shrank. Neck continued, "You're not hurt. Even though it's a little indecent, it's only me, Ka Zhu and you who see it. Besides..." Before he could finish his words, he came into contact with the murderous eyes of Lao Jia, who was sharpening his knife, and had to swallow the words back. "Hey, I'm going to see if the dumplings are ready!" After saying this, he hurriedly ran away.
Lao Jia lowered his head and continued to sharpen the knife in his hand expressionlessly. The entire small courtyard echoed with a monotonous "rustling..." Sound.